Can’t You See

Paris Pershun:
No inspiration, no motivation
Me and my girl's ups and downs, it seems there's no relation...
Ships will sail, whether you there life moves on
Shit, and we ain't even made it but look how far we done gone
Talking about becoming a celebrity over night
The success turned me into an anti-social socialite
Bitch, I'm on a roll
Crack open the E&J let the good times flow
I've been known to set shit on fire, let the good times smoke
When it evaporates, I'm just left with this heroin audio
As if y'all didn't know
Do I live up to your expectations?
Do you wish I don't make it cause I don't respond to your salutations?
That's petty, mayne
Put that on everything
True, we in the same game, but things do change

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Can't you see that I don't fuck wit' y'all
I try to keep my distance, can I get a couple yards?
If it's not my business, I try not to get involved
Don't make me and my n*gga break you off somethin' proper like

Paris Pershun:
Is you blind to the fact?
Kiss my ass, I'm moving like dash leaving yo' ass in the back

Slim Gravy:
Me, I'm in passenger strapped up
And my seat belt on relax not worried 'bout them or the past
I'm more about getting this cash
Just me and my lad, split it in half and lettin' it stack
Bitch, I got mouths to feed, a house of needs and none of you a part of that
Get the fuck round from me, now I see how a lot of n*ggas act
Actin' like bitches, and I don't like bitches, unless that bitch bad
Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness?
Let this be my last time that I have to tell you this
We ain't cool, you don't know me, I ain't never been
The friendly type, to hell with friends, what I learned from them
They gotta turn their back to face you, then they turn again
Damn, my n*gga

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